from @bravetoo
' gee, that makes me feel a lot better. not. ' slingshot string is stretched as far as it will reach, fingers taut around the rubber. she shuts one eye and let's the rock fly, tension lost in grip. LIKE A BULLET IT SOARS ! the clatter of fallen soda can signals a quick victory, down to the dust with a thud. beverly straightens, shoulders firm and head held high. ' amateur stuff. ' she says coolly, but the exhilaration felt is difficult to subdue, nor is the breathy shake in her voice. ' just call me beverly oakley. '
“ oh come on, you got it. ” eyes roll behind thick-framed lenses, soon setting gaze on the way in which fingers pull back, launching rock out towards soda can which soon meets it’s demise. “ bet i can do it without my glasses, wanna throw a bet on it? loser has to buy the other an ice cream cone. ” comedian reaches out for slingshot, taking it from her hands with ease. impressed by her shot and simply doing what you could to impress her in return. “ why would you wanna be beverly oakley, set the records for yourself. ”
casting gaze to the ground, picking up first stone within sight; only source of vision soon removed and placed within the front pocket of hawaiian button up. stone placed within its home within the elastic band.
one , two , three - it’s off.